The little hedge-row birds,That peck along the road, regard him not.He travels on, and in his face, his step,His gait, is one expression; every limb,His look and bending figure, all bespeakA man who does not move with pain, but movesWith thought — He is insensibly subduedTo sett

Before You Were Mine I’m ten years away from the corner you laugh on with your pals, Maggie McGeeney and Jean Duff. The three of you bend from the waist, holding each other, or your knees, and shriek at the pavement. Your polka-dot dress blows round your legs. Marilyn. I’m

It was Decemberâa bright frozen day in the early morning. Far out in the country there was an old Negro woman with her head tied red rag, coming along a path through the pinewoods. Her name was Phoenix Jackson. She was very old and small and she walked slowly in the dark pine shadows,

“Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate, Our deepest fear is that we are poweful beyond measure. It’s our light, not our darkness, that most frightens us. We ask ourselves: who am I to be brilliant,gorgeous, talented and fabulous? Actually, who are you not to be? Y

Bless air’s gift of sweetness, honeyfrom the bees, inspired by clover,marigold, eucalyptus, thyme,the hundred perfumes of the wind.Bless the beekeeper who chooses for her hivesa site near water, violet beds, no yew,no echo. Let the light lilt, leak, greenor gold, pigment for que

Almodovar gave us a Russian doll of a film: Here Mateo Blanco’s cine-biography showcased the making of his ‘Cruz masterpiece;’ a clear homage to Hepburn and Monroe, an entire genre even. As the plot unfolds the embryonic masterpiece is apparently

I was walking in a wood somewhat delightfully finding that my hands were now become paws and that my hair had overgrown my back and ears so that the word pelt seemed to fall warmly upon me, as I strolled deeper and deeper into this merry forest. For so it now was. And

When the murder was first discovered, no suspicion fell–or I ought rather to say, for I cannot be too precise in my facts, it was nowhere publicly hinted that any suspicion fell–on the man who was afterwards brought to trial. As no reference was at that time made to him in

“Halloa! Below there!” When he heard a voice thus calling to him, he was standing at the door of his box, with a flag in his hand, furled round its short pole. One would have thought, considering the nature of the ground, that he could not have doubted from what quarter th

Once again I have to applaud Mrs Timberlake’s fabulous house of scents on Ebay. The perfume below arrived late last week and is truly captivating. Hyperboles are useful when encountering smells capable of transforming a mood and lifting the pedestrian into something person

The restlessness of a great city, and the way in which it tumbles and tosses before it can get to sleep, formed one of the first entertainments offered to the contemplation of us houseless people. It lasted about two hours. We lost a great deal of companionship when the late public-ho

By a very happy accident I found this wonderful Ebay shop where lots of Jo Malone perfumes ( and others)are reproduced for a fraction of the original price. The scents are superb and this one is Mrs Timberlake’s favourite along with her China Blossom which echoes Bond No 9’

The view from my Lady Dedlock’s own windows is alternately a lead-coloured view and a view in Indian ink. The vases on the stone terrace in the foreground catch the rain all day; and the heavy drops fall–drip, drip, drip–upon the broad flagged pavement, called from o

Can a white bear embrace a house so tightly that sleepers spill out everywhere into darkness? I never gazed upon the bear’s face and maybe that was the point. The house had secret layers and when the huge shape shadowed every wall, I curled